WHA...?!?!

the other day i went to costco...  it was like every other time i go to costco.  i have kitty in the front of the cart, and jake in the main part, and we weave in and out of slow old people as fast as we can, eating as many free samples as we can.  then we check out, and go to the bathroom, and then hit up some pizza and hot dogs.  this time there was a family of 6 next to us.  the kids that weren't on  hand held games were crawling around on the floor (gross!) while the dad waited for their pizza to be done, and mom looked at some wrinkled paper for 10 minutes.  i guess she finally had enough of the gross floor crawling and she kind of snapped.  then she looked around to see who saw her snap.  everyone.  she went back to looking at her paper, and the huz came back with pizza, and floor crawlers started to eat, without even wiping their hands...
in the mean time, kitty was starting to go bonkers.  she had enough sitting, and old people, and costco.  it was fine til she slipped off the seat.  she landed on her butt at the same  time paper reading mom was snapping.  i picked kitty off the floor, and told her, very calmly, that there is a reason to listen to me, and that reason is because i know better.  the old people next to us were very... "wow!  you sure have it under control... blah blah." i didn't think it was fair to paper mom.  i have snapped too.  a lot.  snapped where i knew for sure my kids would never forgive my screaming, where for sure my husband would divorce me for the poison spewing out my mouth... so i said "i feel the same way with my kids sometimes..." and they say, "but you don't have so many!" and i say "but i do!  i have three and i am working on one more! its a handful but worth it"  and they stopped talking to me, and looked away.
i don't get it.  so, for them, it's ok to lose your shit with two kids because two is an acceptable number?  but FOUR?  then i guess its your fault you have so many, and you should deal with it better because you  chose this?  i don't know... they tripped me out.

at the same time though, i felt like it was a huge compliment to look like i am a non preggo with two kids.  it felt nice that they didn't think i looked as crazy and tired and bonkers as i feel.

funny what i think of as a compliment now...